analysis for fifteen by William Stafford

"Fifteen" by William stanford is a poem about a 15 year old boy saw a biker crash on seventeenth street. The narrator is speaking to his family or maybe friends and telling them about a tragic accident. The setting of the poem is on the seventeenth road which is near a bridge, Since the light of the motorcycle was illuminant on the grass the time of day is probably around noon. The speaker feels like he needs to speak out because he has just whiteness a terrible accident and he has to tell somebody about it.

In my opinion the most important line of the poem is,  " I admire all that pulsing gleam,  the shiny flanks, the demure where it lay". The reason why I think this line is important because you can kind of tell that there has been an accident and the vehicle has crashed onto the grass. The mood of the whole poem is probably negative, it is kind of like the feeling when you find out bad news. The poet uses imagery like it is a soldiers weapon. The poet describes the brocken head lights, light as it pulses. He calls this pulse "pulsing gleam" which means the head light is slowly dying and the shadow of the grass  where the motorbike lays is slowly disappearing.


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english poems

I hate homework yes i do

i hate homework as much as you

homework sucks you life away

like a child who disobeys

i hate homework yes i do

i hate homework as much as you

why cant teachers just be nice

and give us a free sunday night

i hate homework yes i do

i hate homework as much as you.

When the sun and moon are dancing in the sky

coconuts fall from the tree tops and relax on the sea side

shh, listen, here the tide slowly creep up and take the coconuts to sea

as the sun rises and baby crabs come out of there homes

to get taught how to fish and not get swallowed up by ones food

Oh How I love school

Oh how much I do

The smell of sweat and girls in tears

and the times when teachers give you detentions

Oh how I love school

Oh how much I do

They gives us our lives

Oh wait no they don't

They gives us a science book on our lives

so we can act right and maybe even smile.

As Mr Lawrence walks past the class room

everybody stops and pleads for forgiveness

Time slows down as he looks into the room

It is like he is looking straight into our souls

As he slowly walks past

Time starts to speed up again

The teacher gets mad

And gives us detentions

for not paying attention

When I go out a night
There is always someone to fright

Like the person reading this poem

And saying this is a bunch of sh*te

I don't like poems that much

As you can see from my list

I find them hard

And then end up messing about

Exams are very dull

As you walk into the class you can feel the teachers eyes slowly dig into the back of your neck

They all are thinking that this will be fun

but end up just sitting on their bum

and playing teacher tag in the halls